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Fairytale Of New York 
Medium
by The Pogues
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It was christmas eve babe
in the drunk tank
an old man to me, won't see one
and he sang a song
the rare old mountain dew
I my away
and dreamed about you
Got on a one
came in to one
I've got a feeling
this year's for me and you
so happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
when all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars
they've got rivers of gold
but the through you
it's no place for the old
you first took my hand
on a eve
you me
broadway was for me
You were handsome
you pretty
queen of new city
when the band finished playing
howled out for more
sinatra was swinging,
all the drunks they were singing
we on a corner
danced through the night
The boys of the choir
were "galway bay"
and the ringing out
for christmas day
You're a bum
you're a punk
you're an old slut on junk
lying there almost on a drip in that bed
you scumbag, you maggot
you faggot
happy your arse
I pray god it's our last
the boys of the choir
still "galway bay"
and the were ringing out
for day
I could have been someone
well so could anyone
you took my from me
when I first you
I kept them with me babe
I put my own
can't it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the nypd choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells are ringing out
for christmas day
in the drunk tank
an old man to me, won't see one
and he sang a song
the rare old mountain dew
I my away
and dreamed about you
Got on a one
came in to one
I've got a feeling
this year's for me and you
so happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
when all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars
they've got rivers of gold
but the through you
it's no place for the old
you first took my hand
on a eve
you me
broadway was for me
You were handsome
you pretty
queen of new city
when the band finished playing
howled out for more
sinatra was swinging,
all the drunks they were singing
we on a corner
danced through the night
The boys of the choir
were "galway bay"
and the ringing out
for christmas day
You're a bum
you're a punk
you're an old slut on junk
lying there almost on a drip in that bed
you scumbag, you maggot
you faggot
happy your arse
I pray god it's our last
the boys of the choir
still "galway bay"
and the were ringing out
for day
I could have been someone
well so could anyone
you took my from me
when I first you
I kept them with me babe
I put my own
can't it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the nypd choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells are ringing out
for christmas day
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